This is the world you've built
From water and ashes and bones and sinew,
Discarded auto parts and broken appliances,
A factory-land creating hate
In the face of all adversity.
I was walking to the car, heading out
When I fell, slipped on the ice
And skinned my leg.
I wish you could have been there to see it,
To have a chuckle at the pain and shame.
But no.
You are the lord and master of all disaster
That is unleashed upon an unsuspecting void.
You create, you build...
And even the ugly is more beautiful
Than could be imagined.
I can picture your face
Burned, like a silhouette,
Onto blank brick walls,
Dotting the city with a sneer
Even as the final bomb goes off.
I'm broken but smiling
As I wait for you to grace me in person,
Breathless in anticipation of your whip crack.
God, what a mess my blood makes.
The last thing I see before I sleep
Is a footprint you left behind,
Your signature at the end of the love letter
You never wrote.